Men, It Has Been Well Said, Think

Men, It Has Been Well Said, Think In Herds; It Will Be Seen That They Go Mad In Herds, While They Only Recover Their Senses Slowly, And One By One.

Much As The Sage May Affect To Despise The Opinion Of The World, There Are Few Who Would Not Rather Expose Their Lives A Hundred Times Than Be Condemned To Live On, In Society, But Not Of It - A By-word Of Reproach To All Who Know Their History, And A Mark For Scorn To Point His Finger At.

Aid The Dawning, Tongue And Pen; Aid It, Hopes Of Honest Men!

Money, Again, Has Often Been A Cause Of The Delusion Of The Multitudes. Sober Nations Have All At Once Become Desperate Gamblers, And Risked Almost Their Existence Upon The Turn Of A Piece Of Paper.

Tell Me, Ye Wingèd Winds That Round My Pathway Roar, Know Ye Not Some Spot Where Mortals Weep No More?